Jorin
Man No More
Twisting under the body and coming in low, [member="Cronos Aegir"]'s saber rushed past his head as he lowered his shoulder, aiming to bash into the man's gut. In that same instant he mashed down on the detonator, and an airspeeder parked a block away detonated, the fireball spewing outward and consuming screaming citizens, silencing them in an instant. If Jorin was anything, he was quick, torture and the like had never been in his tastes, no matter how far he'd fallen.
"Run along little Jedi, even your master knows there's blood on your hands. Go save the good people of this world."
Dropping into a roll, Jorin tossed aside the detonator and rose up back into a standing position. He wasn't taking the offense like last time, as he sheathed the kukri he simply stood there, his battered armor covered in weapons and ammo, yet he went for none of it. Something was incredibly off about the man. But that didn't matter.
Jorin was still going to kill them all.
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]
[member="Cronos Aegir"]
"Run along little Jedi, even your master knows there's blood on your hands. Go save the good people of this world."
Dropping into a roll, Jorin tossed aside the detonator and rose up back into a standing position. He wasn't taking the offense like last time, as he sheathed the kukri he simply stood there, his battered armor covered in weapons and ammo, yet he went for none of it. Something was incredibly off about the man. But that didn't matter.
Jorin was still going to kill them all.
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]
[member="Cronos Aegir"]